The Faded Alibi
The snow in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, suffocating blanket that muffled the world until the only sound left was the rhythmic crunch of your own boots on the packed earth. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a constable in a village that had forgotten how to look you in the eye, and you wanted to clear your name before the winter freeze set in, before the ice locked the...
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